Gramps
Hunter S.
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Since my grandpa passed away from cancer in the September of 2023, I felt like something, or someone, was missing. I didn't realize how empty the house felt without him there. It felt like we were still, like everything was waiting for the day he would return. But what I wanted to capture most of all in my blackout poem wasn't the lonely wind, it wasn't the fading pictures, it wasn't even the hollow house. It was the hope, the growth. Although he's no longer here with us, he's everywhere. This blackout poem was designed to capture that feeling.
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To me, to be creative is to shatter your soul apart, grab a fragment of it, and bring it to life. Creativity is an extension of ourselves. It's childhood coloring books and award-winning writing. Creativity is what it means to be human.
